More Than Words

Chapter 2 - DESTINY

DESTINY (noun)
1. Something to which a person or thing is destined: fortune
2. A predetermined course of events often held to be an irresistible power or agency

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Cole

"Eli, this is supposed to be the fun part. Sit down and relax," my younger brother Rhys urges one of our new brothers-in-law to stop pacing around in circles. He was calm as a fucking cucumber before the wedding, it makes no sense to me why his wolf has his tail in a twist now. The ceremony has long since ended, we ditched my grandparents and parents, and came here for the real after party.

"Can't. It's like I've got electricity in my fucking veins. My wolf is chomping at the bit." Eli grumbles.

"I think he's just eager for the honeymoon," Rhys shoves a double shot of whisky towards Eli.

For fuck's sake. I groan internally at my brother's incessant need to make me uncomfortable. It's hard enough seeing my baby sister seal her bond with her five pack mates, one of whom had been our best friend growing up. The guy that was supposed to be my beta before life threw us all a curveball.

They went through hell but found their way back to one another. How could I not be happy for them?

I just don't need to imagine her on her honeymoon with our five new brothers-in-law.

As if the universe heard me and decided to have a laugh, Ace, one of my brothers-in-law and the alpha of their pack, teleports near our table in the VIP lounge of my parents' club. Heat is wafting off my sister in waves and before I can blink all five of her mates are surrounding her.

"Guess now we know why Eli was pacing," Rhys nods towards the group of them. "The honeymoon has started early."

Rhys might be a pure dragon but even he can detect that our hybrid, baby sister has gone into heat. And judging by the wildfire in her alpha's eyes, this was unexpected. If they don't get out of here soon every unmated wolf within five miles is going to be kicking down our door and then Death will befall anyone who so much as looks at her.

I risk approaching their group so I can at least say goodbye.

"I know you've got to go," I slap Hunter on the back with a flat hand to get his attention. "Take care of her, Hunter." I command my best friend, shaking his hand and throwing my other arm around his back to hug him.

It may sound like the thing an older brother is supposed to say, and he chuckles like it's a joke of protocol, but my crushing grip of his hand speaks to just how badly I'll torture him if he ever hurts my sister.

"Let me worry about my mate," his smile widens at the title. He's been waiting a long time for the honor to officially make her his mate. "You worry about getting out there and finding yours."

He rejoins his mates, readying themselves to teleport out, and the next time I blink they're gone.

I feel the void they leave behind, the now empty space where they had just stood. But more than the emptiness of the room without them, I feel a growing emptiness in my chest.

Hunter's words rattle around my hollow heart, shaking loose feelings that have lain dormant for admittedly too long. I rest my forearms against the railing of the lounge overlooking the entire club, surveying the crowd that has gathered tonight all because of my sister and her pack.

I wish, for the first time in a long time, that I had something of my own that I was half as passionate about. What's the point of being called the future Alpha if there's no pack for me to inherit?